She locked the room & flung her bag,
Her mom knocked but she didn't give a damn!
"Sorry, I love you", she whispered,
But didn't bother to listen to her mom's last words.
She looked at herself, her eyes all sore.
She responded with a stormy calm, to the second knock on the door.
Tears rolled down as she made the prep.
She fought the hysteria as she put it on her lap.
Peeping in the box, she remembered the times,
All they spent together, his touch, his smile.
Each of his memories, was a stab in the heart
Tearing her into pieces, breaking her into parts.
She touched the blade, it wasn’t blunt,
It didn’t disturb her, it was no stunt.
She pursed her lips, as it touched a nerve,
A terrifying scream ended her never-ending verve...
